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Personal Demons

I’m retired now. These days I’ve got it made. I sit on my porch and drink lemonade. You will never see my nerves get rattled, Or my disposition become embattled, No, not even if my conscience tattled. With these concerns, I am never saddled. My personal assistant writes the screamin’s Of my staff of personal inner demons.

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